Most of the gravestone pictures placed on Tombstone Tuesday by me or others are of our distant ancestors. These old gravestones are a combination of death records and art. They are not personal. Those ancestors who were once flesh and blood are no more real to me that Huck Finn or Captain Kirk. They exist on paper and in my imagination. So, this is the one (and I sincerely hope the only one) of a future generation I'll have to post. My nephew came and went so quickly. The picture isn't great because it was raining so heavily, but I thought it was apropos.
All of the gravestones I've posted have a story. Someone cried over those graves. Sometimes it's hard to remember that, since when we stumble upon these older graves, we, as genealogists, are immediately overjoyed and giddy. Genealogists may be the only people who smile in cemeteries.
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